My brain is exploding.
Trying to make sense out of nonsense,
Trying to tell you everything (everything?)
And all the while time is fleeing.
And the air around me vibrates with so
Many images. Which is great because most
of them are British.
Art is the guarantee of sanity
The sun will explode five billion years from now.
Set your watches.
That really changes everything doesn't it?
Knowing that,
how could anyone want a war.
Or plastic surgery. But I am being naive. And the unknown
is so unknowable. And who
is to judge? Really.
We see trees.
What more do we need?
The sisters will never meet this man, but I have,
and he has black stripes on the sleeves of his
magnificent hand-stitched robe. He is a monk,
on his card it says INNER PEACE CENTER.
I will go there in February for a tea ceremony.
Does he actually know more than I do about inner peace?
If he met my relatives, would he have a nervous breakdown?
What about his relatives? Do they drive him nuts?
The truth is everybody gets on everybody's nerves.
Part 2.
The Wonderful Philosopher
The wonderful philosopher
met me for tea.
He ate a beautiful crepe
with whipped cream.
He was so joyous and grounded
at the same time.
I was joyous.
He left me walking on air.
I made a decision.
No more thinking.
Yes, walking on air.
Why?
Why. I beg you?
It is a dream so there is no answer as usual.
If something does go wrong, this is my advice.
During World War II people looked
at this poster. Not a bad thing to
remember under any circumstances
